2015; gender inequality piece.

Who am I ?

I am the door

Who often, not always, frictions with the floor

Who was made with locks but they are no more

The master key you unlock many doors

You and your spares get polished

While termites leave holes in my soul

Master takes his keys out but let’s his door rot

I have drowned in dust for years

I must call out to master, so I squeak

I will betray the key and open as I like

Master says I’m faulty but I could careless

Finally I got replaced

Master and his keys can continue this cycle

When the thrown out surpass the thrower

The door and key will be equal.

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